Wondering about how this windy spring-like weather is affecting my novel-focussing hibernation.
A sociable walk up Knocklofty and reflecting on a successful Cave of my own.
Pinning things together, finding images. So absorbed I didn’t realise night-time had fallen around me.
Recognising the value of sticking with it, and enjoying the balance between two different aspects of my work.
Balancing structure and story and preparing for Writers’ Cave on this 1st August.